“Do we have a problem, Talbot?”
Casimer shivered, as he did every time the smooth, sultry voice pronounced his name. She somehow made it sound poisonous.
“Not at all. Simply a delay.”
Casimer hated the fact he needed her help. If he wasn’t careful, she would be the death of him, not his trump card in regaining his rightful place. He would put off admitting to the loss of Franklin for as long as he could. Maybe he could come up with something that would soothe her rage.
There was a long, suffocating pause before the line went dead.
Steele Jones poured over his holographic map with serious, gray eyes, zooming in on the map to make note of where the rivers were. There had been reported sightings of Wysteria Corps members in a couple of the closest cities. While it wasn’t totally unheard
